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     Hours had passed but I was still feeling some sort of way. It was like there was something wrong that I couldn't place.

I suspected Gladys of fowl play but I didn't have any proof about it. There was nothing I had on her except that she was acting really weird for some goddamn reasons.

I stood behind the counter waiting for the girls to finish up with whatever they had going on.

I turned to look around but it was still the same way it was an hour ago. Just when I decided to take a look at the other end, Gladys appeared.

"There you are," she said with a scowl. "I'm fucking exhausted."

Well who isn't? I sure as hell felt the same way, mentally, physically and in every aspect buy I wasn't about to relate to her troubles.

"Need some snacks?" She asked when I wasn't responding.

"No thanks."

I didn't want to say much, I just wanted to make sure everything was alright and head back home.

"Where's Tiffany?" I asked her.

"Coming. She's grabbing a few things."

I gave a small nod and turned in the direction of the door and there she was, with her pretty slender legs walking toward us.

I had a moment to wonder if Luciano saw her leave the house. He was always protective and made sure she wore something less revealing but that wasn't the case.

"Heyyy!" She said when she got to where I was.

"Hey."

"Want some?" She asked offering some chocolates.

"I already asked him and he said no," Gladys chirped behind me.

Fucking bitch. I want that one.

"Too bad," Tiff chuckled.

"Let's just go," I told her and turned in the direction of where I parked. They followed and we all got inside the car.

The girls exchanged a few worthwhile I was driving and somehow I was listening and still not listening.

 

It's like I heard them talk but I can't tell exactly what they were saying.

I was just focused on taking them home despite my conflicting thoughts. I took the next turn which was a few miles away from Tiffany's place and stopped the car.

"Here," I said. "I don't want your brother getting pissed seeing you in my car."

"I guess so," Tiffany said but Gladys burst into a loud laughter.

"Boy just say you're scared of Luciano," she suggested. "That's such a sick move— I thought you are —"

"Gladys that's enough, it's not funny at this point" Tiffany said and gave me a quick smile as she climbed out of the car.

Gladys wasn't exactly right. I wasn't scared if Luciano but of what i'd feel if I got in close contact with him.

"Alright, thanks for the ride and see you later!" Tiffany smiled and waved from outside.

I returned the smile and watched her walk to the building. I remained there, waiting till I was sure I saw her enter inside.

"Can you fucking pay attention to me?" Gladys asked when I didn't say anything to her but kept watching Tiffany walk to her door.

I ignored her and that triggered her more cause her voice got louder.

"Don't even ignore me Massimo! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I should be asking you that. Quit acting like a bitch."

"A bitch, really? You're the asshole here. You're the one ignoring me."

I picked up my phone and dialed Tiffany's number. I saw her walk in but I just wanted to be sure she got inside safely and there was no one else there.

I already looked around and saw Luciano's car wasn't parked there. I knew he wasn't home since his car wasn't there. When she confirmed being alone, I gave a nod and ended the call.

"Massimo you're —"

"An asshole?" I helped her finish. "Listen Gladys, you're not enough for me. What do you want? Some money? More money?"

"I don't want your fucking money!" She cussed. "I just—" she swallowed the lump in her throat and her voice reduced. "I just want what you have," she finally said in a low tone and stretched her hands to trace my chest. "I just want you Massimo, deep inside me moaning your—"

  Ewww! Not now!

"Stop it," I told her and brushed her hands off me.

"Fuck it Massimo, let's just fuck okay?"

"I'm not interested," I blurted and turned away. "I'll drop you if you try to touch me again."

A scowl formed on her face. "Then drop me already you asshole."

"Sure," I blurted and stopped the car for her to get down. I didn't care about shit or what could possibly happen to her.

I zoomed off leaving her in the middle of the street and drove straight home. I turned off the ignition and locked the car.

I used the elevator and walked quietly to the door when Antonio stopped me.

"Boss," he said and I paused.

"Antonio," I responded waiting for beat he wanted to say.

"Your father called. He told me your sister will be joining us soon."

A frown appeared on my face immediately. I couldn't believe my father would tell my men something like this.

My hands balled in a fist and I walked away without responding to his message.

I slammed the door behind me and picked up my phone to call my father. Why would he tell the guards something like that?

I know they were working for my father and had to spy on me sometimes but still—

"Massimo," my father called when the call connected.

"Why did you have to do that?" I asked yelling. "Give me a fucking reason why!!"

"Lower your voice and talk to me," he instructed.

"No! I'm sick and tired of you," I told him and balled my hands in a fist.

I felt so much anger welling in me an the only way I could pour it out was to tell him how I felt.

I didn't keep any word behind. "I am fucking sick of you!!!"

"Are you also sick of your mother?"

  Ohh! I bet that's the only thing bhe had with me. I love my mom so much and under his fucking nose, I will help her escape that obsessed and sick husband of hers.